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Thursday, 31 December 2015

I have the very talented Heather Hart visiting me today to promote Spy Games Book 1: Assassins published by Blushing Books.Naming characters in my books is something I've been struggling with lately, changing the names over and over again until I confuse myself and use multiple names for the same character by accident. So I asked Heather how she goes about it:

How important are names to you in your books? Do you choose the names based on liking the way it sounds or the meaning? Do you have any name choosing resources you recommend?

Sometimes a character name just comes to me, and sometimes they have meaning. But it’s entirely random. I recommend choosing names that are appropriate for the setting, and I use Google if I’m looking for historically appropriate names.

I love this tagline: "Undercover submissive falls for her mark"

Fresh out of training, the Agency sends Kassie Shannon into the secret world of Robert Redmond. They know he’s using his billion-dollar software company to steal sensitive information. What they don’t know is who he is selling the stolen information to, and it’s her job to find out.

He is a highly organized and secretive individual, and gaining Robert’s trust will be no easy task. But his Achilles’ heel is his passion for the BDSM lifestyle, so she poses as a trainee submissive and puts herself in his path.

Naturally cautious, Robert has never let a woman get under his skin. Until now. There’s something appealing about this inquisitive brunette with her oddly changeable personality and her passion for all things painful. He agrees to become her master, but soon falls for the chameleon beauty who is quickly becoming the most promising novice he has ever trained.

For Kassie there’s one big problem, though. The first rule of spying is not to fall in love on the job. Yet it’s hard to keep a professional detachment when your mark is all you ever wanted in a partner, and one who keeps opening doors to pleasures she never knew existed.

Still, sooner or later she will have to choose between two opposing demands—the cause she believes in, or the man she is bound to. Whichever choice she makes, it is likely that no one will win.

Her palm flattened on her chest, and she stared resolutely into his eyes. "Yes. I am ready."

She was an odd mixture of shyness and determination, that was for sure. He wished he could read her better, but her heart wasn't open to him yet. Suddenly he wanted her to be, he wanted her more than anyone else he had ever desired, and he was about ready to say fuck the dinner, and take her home there and then. But impulsiveness had never been his way. Indeed, it turned him on almost as much to exercise control over his baser instincts as to indulge them.

"What is your tolerance for pain?"

"I don't know. I've never been tested. Are you vicious? Sadistic?"

"No. I won't hurt you to punish you."

"Then why do it at all?"

The small amount of wine had brought redness to her cheeks that enhanced her beauty even further.

"There is a pleasure only to be found by exploring your pain threshold. Just before your suffering becomes unbearable, there is a point at which pain and pleasure meet and enhance each other. My goal is to take you to that place, to help you experience it, to revel in it."

"But what if it's too much? Or I never reach that point? What if for me pain is just pain, and I hate it?"

He finished his glass and began pouring another. "You've heard of safe words?"

"Sure."

"When you've reached your limit, you'll use yours. Trust me, Kassie; I would never take you beyond that point. And even before that, you'll know if it's not for you, and I hope you know you can tell me that if it comes to it."

"If I was, wouldn't you be disappointed?"

"I'd be more disappointed if you let me fuck you without taking pleasure from me."

"I see."

He hoped she did. Desperately. There was something about her, and he couldn't wait to get her out of this place to play with her.

And after that, then, well, then we'll see, won't we?

Author Bio

Heather Hart is a British author who lives with her family in Maryland. She’s a writer of hot erotic and romantic fiction – an eclectic mix of innocence and dirt in a hyperactive imagination.

When she’s not frantically scribbling away she’s a cat worshipper and curry fanatic. If you like what she writes, please feel free to drop her a line at authorheatherhart@gmail[dot]com.

Thursday, 24 December 2015

I can't believe Christmas is nearly here! And what better way to get into the spirit of the festive season than with a recently-released Christmas-themed ageplay book by two spanky authors I love - Katherine Deane and Abbie Adams?

Christmas
is a time of magic and anticipation. Meri is far less concerned about what
might be under her tree than she is about who is showing up on her doorstep.
Though she adores her sister, Kim, even she has to admit that the woman tends
to be the 'naughty' to Meri's 'nice'. Her husband, Sean, has already warned his
little girl that he won't hesitate to turn her over his knee if she doesn't
remember that their household has definite rules that are not to be broken. If
she wishes to test her Daddy's resolve, instead of visions of sugarplums
dancing in her head, his naughty little one will be dancing to the tune of a
thick wooden spoon.

It
doesn't take but two days before Kim has once again shown her true colors.
Despite Meri's willingness to excuse her behavior, she finally admits that
Kim's life would be so much better if someone cared for her the way her own
Daddy did. Perhaps if Kim had her own bottom reddened, she would learn the
error of her ways but would Meri ever have the courage to reveal the dynamics
of her life to her sister?

When
Sean invites Kim's boyfriend to dinner, the young woman is shocked-especially
since she'd told Meri that they had broken up. She knows she isn't happy with
her life but is worried what her sister might think if she learns what Kim
really desires. Kyle is far less hesitant in reminding the stubborn woman he
adores exactly who is in charge. Will the two sisters take the chance to unwrap
the secrets they've both held onto for so long? Will they discover that loving
men who appreciate both a little sugar and a little spice fulfills them in all
ways and is the best Christmas present they could ever receive?

Excerpt: Now Sean crossed his own arms over his chest
and sat back against the counter next to her. "You are an adult are you?
Since when? You are making a much bigger deal of this than I am and I don't
understand it one bit, but I'll let it go for now. I'm going to lock up. I want
your adult self in the bed when I return."

As much as Meri was or wanted to be submissive,
she was also very stubborn and in a mood, could be quite taxing on her
husband's patience, or so she'd been told—many times. It was probably that
little brat inside her which urged her into PJ's just then.

PJ's were a decision to be made and decisions
were hard. When choosing between a sexy black teddy or a full one-pieced
fleece-lined zippered footie pajama, she'd always choose the jammies. Her Daddy
appreciated a teddy, or even one of the baby-doll nighties he'd picked out for
her. He always went out of his way to meet her needs, whether nurturing,
disciplining or making love like mad-monkeys. And he'd said
"adult-self." She let her hand rest in the drawer with her silky,
sexy nighties.

But he was being rather difficult tonight, so
she opened the drawer next to it and fingered the warm fleecy sky blue jammies
with the white lambs. Things could get rather hot if she opted for them…
Sometimes playing hard to get led to her getting it hard—and that was always
fun.

Blurb for We Need a Little Christmas, by
Katherine Deane

Thirty-three year old, Ivy Henry seems
to have it all. A well-paying job, a new house, and her wonderful HOH/husband,
Jack. At her request, they had incorporated Domestic Discipline into their
marriage a few years ago and she flourished under his love, guidance, and
support.

But, this year's holiday season is
wreaking havoc on their calm relationship. Between the stress of work and
hosting this year's Christmas Eve party for all the family, Ivy is becoming
more and more out of control. To top it off, she has a secret she can't share
with Jack.

Their relationship is wonderful but she
wants more—a chance to explore her younger side. Ivy desires to do Age Play but
is fighting her needs because it is embarrassing. How can she trust Jack not to
laugh when she tells him she wants to curl up on his lap at night and call him
Daddy?

Jack has been watching Ivy slip away
emotionally for the past year. His beautiful, sweet wife is now always angry
and ill tempered. DD just doesn't seem to be cutting it any longer. He can tell
she is unhappy, but doesn't know how to help her until the day he finds her
chat sessions on her computer. Discovering hope again, he begins to make plans
to escape from this stressful holiday. He will introduce his precious Ivy to
her new daddy—him. They both need to reconnect and they both need a Little Christmas.

Excerpt:

"Okay, my sweet little Ivy girl. We are starting now. No more head nodding. You may answer me by calling me Daddy." He tilted her chin so she could see the love and truth in his eyes. He wanted to try out being her daddy. Maybe for only a night. But she was going to accept it. She needed this. She needed him.

Swallowing the huge lump that had lodged in her throat, she nodded, but caught herself when he gave her a stern look. "Y-yes, Daddy." Oh my God, she said it.

"Good girl. Lift up your arms so I can help you get dressed."

"I can do it myself. I'm quite capable of changing my own clothes." She rolled her eyes and turned to pick up the nightgown and slippers. She was over his knee in a flash, and he was spanking her bottom with hard, quick smacks. "Ow, ow, I'm sorry, honey, I mean, Daddy."

He swatted her a few more times, and then let her sag over his lap to catch her breath. "When I tell you do something, little girl, you do it." He pulled down her skirt and panties, and started swatting again. Slow, methodical, claps that echoed through the room. "Little girls who don't obey, get their bare bottoms smacked. Do you understand?"

Abbie is a little girl at heart. She has always lived in a make-believe world, unwilling to share her fantasies with anyone for fear they would laugh at her, or worse, lock her up. She struggles with her desires to have a daddy who will keep her in line and yet baby her constantly. She writes to stay sane; this is her therapy.

Hiding her secret desires hasn't helped her, but sharing it with you, those of you who might also enjoy the same yearnings, well, that makes her happy. Come live inside Abbie's head if you dare.

Katherine Deaneis a multi-published, top 100 romantic and BDSM author and
romantic at heart.

She loves cheese, red wine, chocolate, and snuggling up
with her daughters’ kittens while reading a good book.

When not reading, or writing, you can find her
knitting, sewing, crafting, or doing pretty much anything to keep her hands
busy. She has taken over the dining room AKA craft room, much to her husband’s
dismay. In one of her books, an energetic “craftaholic” would find herself over
her husband’s knee for losing an important document in a pile of bi-cone
crystals and mod podge. Her real life, and the people in them, give her plenty
of ideas to work with.

Katherine has dubbed herself the queen of cheese. Not
only is she a former Midwestern Cheese Head; she also loves to incorporate it
into her books.

In her opinion, all romance deserves at least one
cheesy scene that makes you cry.

Christmas is coming and the Rocky Mountain Brides are hatching a plan to find a wife for the shyest man in town. When a blizzard snows all the couples in together, their mischief is exposed when the result of their match-making plot is revealed. Whether their scheming leads to love or getting bent over their husband’s knee—or both, Esther, Carrie and Rose will have a Christmas romp to remember!

Friday, 18 December 2015

Today I'd like to welcome author Bethany Leigh to my blog!Being the nosey type that I am, I've asked Bethany some questions about her books, which she was happy to answer:

Is Freedom your first book?No, but it’s my first published book. Blushing Books accepted three of my titles at the same time, and published the most recently written one, Freedom, first. What is Freedom about?Freedom is set in an alternate Edwardian universe and centres on the campaign of Lady Margia and her Freedom for Women League to gain rights for women – including the right not to be spanked by their menfolk. It follows the adventures of three women – Lady Margia, Lady Isobelle and the maid Edie – as the campaign gathers momentum. They encounter romance on the trail as well as adventure and spankings.A prequel, Betrothed, was released at the same time as Freedom. What is that about?Betrothed is a short story set in Lady Margia’s world before the events of Freedom. The heroine, Lady Cassandra, attends one of Lady Margia’s rallies and incurs the wrath of her fiancé for doing so. It also introduces the concept of the bedding ceremony, which is one of the things Lady Margia is campaigning to abolish.

How long have you been writing?I have always written, but only started writing in this genre a few years ago. I entered an erotica short-story contest. My story didn’t win, but I submitted it to an online spanking romance magazine and it was accepted. I wrote several more short stories for that magazine and now have been fortunate enough to have my novellas accepted by Blushing Books.What is your next book about and when will it be released?At Dead of Night is a contemporary whodunit. The main character, Lucy, is a PI who comes back in contact with an ex-boyfriend while she’s investigating a new case. She still loves him but struggles with the fact he wants to spank her if she puts herself in danger. After all, danger is part of her job. It’ll be released on 7 January.

Excerpt:

He joined them by the fire when Lady Drusilla had poured tea. "I understand your rally was broken up, Lady Margia," he said.

Lady Margia nodded. "Yes, but I'd almost finished my speech, so it didn't matter. As long as the message went out."

Sir Cormac reached for a scone. "That's all right for you to say, surely?"

Lady Margia sighed. "What do you mean?"

"Well, you're one of the few women at that rally who'll be sitting comfortably right now. I find your campaign very irresponsible, Lady Margia. You spare no thought for those women currently regretting their defiance, or for the men who really have better things to do than have to constantly police their womenfolk's behaviour and administer punishment."

"Then they should stick to those better things to do," said Lady Margia, "and let women make their own decisions about their own lives."

Excerpt: “It’s a cooling ointment,” Mama said. “I only use it to help with the sting from your father’s worst spankings. But it’s essential during the betrothal period, when you’ve been punished by two men. Put some on and you’ll start to feel better.”

She crossed over to the window to allow me some dignity while I applied the ointment. It felt refreshingly cool on my throbbing bottom and thighs. “Where did you get this from?” I asked.

“I have a supplier,” she told me. “A woman at the town market.”

“Can I meet her?”

“Maybe. In time. She has to be careful who she trusts. If the police knew she was selling ointment to ease the pain from a spanking, she’d been taken to the court.”

“Why have you never let me use this before?” I couldn’t believe the difference in soreness level already; I’d need to get some of this for when I was married.

“I told you – it’s for the very worst spankings,” she said. “It’s far too expensive to waste on a few light taps.”

Thursday, 17 December 2015

Renee Rose is sharing Book 3 of The Bossman Series - The Don's Daughter. It is a 53k word novel in the Mafia D/s genre and the excerpt she's shared today is a spicy one!

Blurb:

Giving control of her body to Carlo Romano, underboss to her father, was dangerous. More dangerous than her hair-brained idea to take off her clothes at a strip club as a form of sex therapy. But the temptation outweighed the risk. Carlo made her feel sexy, alive and appealing, feelings she’d scarcely known after two years with her cheating and demoralizing ex-boyfriend.

Carlo couldn’t believe Summer — the don’s daughter — was dancing half-naked on the stage of a strip club. Nor could he believe she suggested he’d be the one to take a belt to her ass and set her straight. But he’d had a thing for Summer since the day he moved in with her family, fresh off a plane from Sicily. He couldn’t walk away from the opportunity to get up-close and intimate, and show her his dominant side.

Still, Summer may not be ready for a new relationship, and even if she is, there was the not-so-small matter of what her parents would say — her father would probably want to kill Carlo if he found out he’d seen her naked...

Carlo had Summer naked across his lap on the sofa. He was fully clothed, the way he liked it for a power exchange scene. He hadn’t touched yet, but her pussy already glistened with dew simply from the act of baring herself for him.

He stroked the curves of her muscular ass, down her long, shapely thighs. Fucking gorgeous. Drawing his hand back, he landed a smack on the lower portion of her right cheek.

Her shoulders tensed, but she held still for him.

Such a good girl. She’d gone soft and sweet on him from the moment he’d promised a punishment in the car, and brunch had consisted of moony looks from under her lashes and more attempts to get him to share his personal preferences for everything from nuts or no nuts in cookies (nuts, definitely) to favorite vacation locale (mountains, not beach).

He smacked the other cheek, then rubbed the sting away. Warming her up slowly, he slapped and stroked until her bottom turned an enchanting shade of blush. Only then did he increase the intensity, spanking her harder and picking up the tempo.

She clenched her butt muscles and made little gasping noises that made his already stiffened cock go rock hard. The gasps turned into grunts and little cries. He wasn’t giving her time to assimilate the pain, so it would quickly overwhelm her senses. Sure enough, her hand came flailing back, trying to cover. He caught her wrist and pinned it behind her back, continuing to beat a steady rhythm on her rapidly reddening behind.

Summer looked back in alarm. “Carlo, I’m sorry!”

“You were a naughty girl, tesoro mio, and now your bottom must pay the price.”

She wriggled as if trying to dodge his hand. “Please!”

He had no intention of stopping, because the wriggling and the begging was just part of the game. He could spank her to tears and she’d still be dripping wet for him. Summer was wired as a true submissive, her masochism a complement to her dance career.

She was a perfect complement to him. Satisfaction surged with each crack of flesh against flesh, the sting of his palm and the bounce of her cheeks fueling his lust.

“I will not tolerate your fits, bambina.” Her bottom bobbed under his hand. “If you have a problem with me, you figure out a way to talk to me about it. Respectfully.”

“Ouch, Carlo—I’m sorry!”

He didn’t stop until she had collapsed, whimpering over his legs, her bottom hot and swollen from his hand prints. Her body trembled. He ran a hand up her sleek, muscled back.

Her breath came in shaky sobs, but her eyes were dry.

He smoothed the hair away from her face.

She looked back at him, her lower lip trembling, a question on her face.

Leaning over, he kissed her temple and some of the tension left her body. She could probably take any amount of pain with enough positive encouragement. But he had modulated how much soothing he gave her because he wanted her to remember the punishment, not just the pleasure that would come afterward.

“Reach back and pull open your naughty cheeks.”

About Renee Rose

#1 BEST SELLING AUTHOR IN PARANORMAL and SCI-FI EROTICA!

Named Eroticon USA's Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, Renee Rose is a naughty wordsmith who writes romance novels centered around her favorite kink: spanking. She has won The Romance Reviews and Spanking Romance Reviews' Best Historical Romance, is often found on the list of Amazon's Top 100 Erotic Authors and is a regular columnist for Write Sex Right. She also pens BDSM stories under the name Darling Adams.

Sunday, 13 December 2015

I'm so pleased to have Alyssa Bailey on my blog today with Loving Liam the third book in The O'Connor's series.

Blurb: Just when newly married Jocelyn
thought life could not get any better things began to crumble around her. She
and Liam live an idyllic life on a prosperous
ranch in the corner of the Bitterroot Mountains. Jocelyn knows better, but she has a secret that she’s keeping
from Liam that threatens their happy existence
and she knows what her traditional husband thinks about secrets. Is it worth
the risk?

Jocelyn is the wife that Liam has longed for, right down to allowing him his old-fashioned way of dealing with things when
she steps too far out of bounds. But she has trouble trusting him with
everything. And now, something is not right
and when he discovers how wrong things are, he is not sure how to handle his wife’s
betrayal or if he even can.

After waiting ten years to finally have the
life they have longed for, will Jocelyn choose to throw it all away to keep her
secrets safe?

Excerpt: He flipped the overhead light on and she gave him a withering
look. He took a step inside the bedroom.

“You are more stubborn than my prize bull. Jocelyn, come to bed. I know you are angry, but you are not sleeping in here. You
belong in our bed.”

Jocelyn gave no indication that she was even hearing him.
Liam turned and closed the bedroom door. Jocelyn listened as he walked closer
to her and she heard him unbuckle his belt. Liam never used a belt, not ever.
He had threatened to if things did not change before,
but he never had to resort to it. Her muscles tightened. Her body tensed. Her
breath stilled. And then Liam sighed.

He threw the covering back and grabbed her up, laying her
across the bed. He lifted her gown. Jocelyn did not wear panties to bed. The
sudden truth of the moment put Jocelyn in a panic. She thrashed around to get
away from her husband and then when she felt the first lash of the belt she
stilled.

He had done it. He had actually done it. He was going to
spank her into submission to agree to what he wanted. At this moment, they were
not a couple; this was not a partnership or even a marriage. It was nothing she wanted. She cried quietly. Not
because he was using a belt on her to get her compliance, it was because he
thought it was acceptable.

She endured the slaps of the belt and she felt the hesitation
and knew, even if her husband did not, that deep down he was rejecting his
actions. She lay on the bed as he laid stripe after stripe on her as her heart
broke. Then Liam growled, “This isn’t right.” The belt flew across the room to
slam into the wall and slide to the
floor. He returned Jocelyn to her horizontal position in Kelli’s bed. He
reached to cover her up and crouched on his haunches to look into her face. He
gently wiped the silent tears that rolled down her cheek. His face crumbled.

“I’m sorry. This isn’t working.” He wiped more tears and then
quietly left the room. Jocelyn let the dam break on her pent up emotions and
she cried out her heartbreak.

Alyssa Bailey is a dyed in the wool Texan living in the beauty of
Southeast Alaska with her husband, her youngest four (of eleven) children, two
dogs and two cats. Her first memory of books was when her mother read to her as
a small child. She began writing as soon as she could put letters together to
form words. Her first story at the age of six was about a performing horse that
ran away from the circus. As she got older and read more of a variety of books, she would say, “I can do better than
that” and then rewrite them in her head. She was writing fanfiction before
fanfiction was a ‘thing’.

In high school and college, she won journalism and special
recognition for her academic and fictional writing. Alyssa is a firm believer
in all things spanking. She loves writing about domestic discipline and power
exchanges between strong, intelligent
women who are not afraid to make a stand and men confident enough to give them
their space but Alpha enough to keep his woman safe, in spite of herself. Her
characters predominately live in Regency England amongst lords and ladies, in
the contemporary realm amongst men and women of the world, and all things Cowboy. Contact her, she loves to chat, and as always,
have a Spankolicious day!

“No.” Jed’s refusal was firm. “I’m going to be out there
fighting alongside your men. They’re fighting for me – I’m going to be fighting
with them.”

“Get in the
wagon before I take a razor strop to your bare backside!” Mr Jordan snarled,
his eyes flashing with frustration.

“Take
a razor strop to me if you feel you must, but I won’t be hiding in the wagon.
This is my fight, Weston. Let me fight it.”

Blurb:

In the years since the tragic death of her parents,
Jedda-Lyn Cross has given everything she has to keep the family ranch running.
She has grown accustomed to getting no help at all from her alcoholic brother,
but when his violent, sadistic friend tries to make Jedda his wife against her
will, it is the last straw.

Her attacker is the son of the richest family in town,
and with the corrupt sheriff ready to do his bidding Jedda is desperate to
leave town in a hurry. With no money and no horse, her best chance of making
her escape comes in the form of a soon-to-be-departing cattle drive led by the
famous trail boss Wes Jordan. But a young woman has little hope of gaining
employment on a cattle drive, so drastic measures will be required…

Wes is none too pleased when he discovers that the new
drover he hired is actually a beautiful twenty-two-year-old woman disguised as
a boy, but after hearing Jedda’s story he promises to protect her. As he
quickly realizes, however, that will be easier said than done. Jedda is sassy,
headstrong, and in serious need of a good, hard, bare-bottom spanking, and when
her reckless disregard for her own safety finally pushes him too far, Wes takes
her firmly in hand.

After a painful, humiliating punishment from the
handsome trail boss, Jedda is left with her bottom burning and her mind set
awhirl. In spite of everything, she aches for Wes to take her in his arms, and
when at last he does the pleasure of his skillful, passionate lovemaking nearly
takes her breath away. But with her obsessed former suitor and his hired guns
still after her, can she bring herself to accept the fact that, for a man like
Wes, risking his life to protect the woman he loves is just part of what it
means to live by the code of the west.

Publisher’s Note: The Code of the West is an
erotic romance novel that contains sexual scenes and spankings, including
domestic discipline in a historical setting. If such material offends you,
please don’t buy this book.

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About Me

Living on the land has given me a love for the men who work it - sexy, ruggedly-handsome cowboys who are not only good looking, but also kind and gentle, but know how to keep their women in line when the need arises. I've been riding horses all my life so it seems only natural for them to feature in the books I write, and they play a big part in the lives of my characters.

What influences me? Life: I was diagnosed with Tourette's Syndrome at the age of 11 and this disorder has helped shape who I am today. Growing up with a neurological disorder such as Tourette's meant my journey to adulthood was a different one to the typical teenager, and as such, it has given me insight and strength of character which enables me to write about strong women, or women who start out lacking in confidence but growing as the story progresses.

What do I like to read? Rural romance! And of course, spanking romance! In the spanking romance genre, I will read anything I can get my hands on, with historical westerns being a particular favourite.

My family: I have been married to my wonderful husband for 15 years and we have four children together. This keeps me very busy, leaving little time for writing, but as a successful writer once said to me: we make time for what we love.